Redhawk Caldera Just go get beer.

Fin is still far away and moving slow so feel free to disregard her ;)

Damniiiiiiiiiiiit.

She was getting fat again.

Every. Time.

God, having kids was such a bitch.

Fin was moping. It was amazing how quickly the joy over being pregnant could vanish. And then return. And vanish. And return. Back and forth and back and forth, endlessly. This was probably her fifth time that day feeling miserable over being pregnant. So far, she was about ten minutes in, which meant she had another 5 or so left before she was blissfully happy once again. The trick was to wait it out - not that she was actually aware of that little pro-tip. That was just some advice that @Raven gave to everyone that had to deal with her while she gave herself completely over to the whims of her hormones.

She was lounging by the lake during her latest bout of the grumpies when a sound distracted her. Fin lifted her chin from the ground and blinked bleerily across the terrain at the sihlouettes in the distance. It looked like Towhee, and it looked as thoooouuuughhhh... one of those other kids of hers was intercepting her. Aww... her other kids. God she loved them. How great is it that she's pregnant again? OH SHE COULD JUST BURST.

And then, the snarls, and the lunging, and the frightened whimpering that I assume is happening, and Finley was on all fours, galloping awkwardly towards them. She knew that her wildlings liked to rough house with one another and that Towhee often sparred with them, but this wasn't quite the same, and so she shouted as she "ran", "HEY STOP THAT!"

Not that it would do any good, deaf wolf and all. Plus the fact that Towhee had already eased off - something Fin might've noticed if she wasn't huffing and puffing and struggling to get to them already.